Never fear SHADOWS. They simply mean there's a LIGHT shining somewhere nearby.. — Ruth E Renkel Copy Share Image
I don't love being thought of as Neil's barnacle. It's a strange shadow to follow. — David Burtka Copy Share Image
To-day is the parent of to-morrow. The present casts its shadow far into the future. — Emma Goldman Copy Share Image
True love is like our shadow, though we cannot touch, yet it's always with us — Eluid Casluhim Copy Share Image
Capture a shadow, dance with the wind, stand in a rainbow, begin at the end. — Mary Anne Radmacher Copy Share Image
I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
The true sweetness of chess, if it can ever be called sweet, is to see a victory snatched, by some happy impertinence,… — H. G. Wells Copy Share Image
Dont depend too much on anyone in this world. Even your shadow leaves you when youre in darkness. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Thirty-five is half a life. I can't lose the other half. I've lost so much living as a shadow of a person. — Vicky Beeching Copy Share Image
When you're facing all the shit, nobody will be there. Even your shadow leaves you in the dark. — KM II Copy Share Image
With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of… — Aberjhani Copy Share Image
We Imposes many things on persons we Love the most; either by Manipulating words or Mysterious actions, Just to force them to… — Santanu Mishra Copy Share Image
“In the deep shadow of the tree there was a deeper shadow yet, black, inchoate, vague—a crouching form full of savage vigor… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
For all that I have kissed before, I have never felt anything like this. It is as if I have swallowed a… — R.L. LaFevers Copy Share Image
There is no quality that we respond to in another that we lack. It might be hidden behind some bad behavior or… — Debbie Ford Copy Share Image
Since a three-dimensional object casts a two-dimensional shadow, we should be able to imagine the unknown four-dimensional object whose shadow we are.… — Marcel Duchamp Copy Share Image
The light of genius is sometimes so resplendent as to make a man walk through life, amid glory and acclamation; but it… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
Other men used their effete faiths and mean faculties with a high moral purpose. The Venetian gave the most earnest faith, and… — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
I’m a monster,” said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. “Everyone says so.” The Minotaur glanced up at her. “So are we… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
We are too much haunted by ourselves, projecting the central shadow of self on everything around us. And then comes the Gospel… — Frederick William Robertson Copy Share Image
It's important to let children fly on their own. I understood that they needed to create their own life and not be… — Lidia Bastianich Copy Share Image
Ten years have passed since a perfect blue sky morning turned into the blackest of nights. Since then we've lived in sunshine… — Michael Bloomberg Copy Share Image
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
HIBERNATE, v. i. To pass the winter season in domestic seclusion. There have been many singular popular notions about the hibernation of… — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
Whenever you try to work through the things that we're trying to work through, that we're addressing, it ends up looking negative.… — Maynard James Keenan Copy Share Image
The question is, do we have a shadow government? And, if we do, who are those intelligent minority that is -- that… — Glenn Beck Copy Share Image
An interlude of false innocence has passed. Today, as we enter the post-photographic era, we must face once again the ineradicable fragility… — William J. Mitchell Copy Share Image
I dream dark dreams. I dream of a figure moving through the forest, of children flying from his path, of young women… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
